Watermarks aside, check it the fuck out. I have a memento. Proof this actually happened." (I don't quite believe it myself.) Some brag pictures for my parents and family, who around the world, are as excited as I am was to have met Queen Elizabeth II this week.
She looks very small and lovely - bless her - I look slightly awkward and completely dazed, and as this guy caught me mid-courtesy.
[Some guy in background saying my name out loud]
"Hello Your Majesty."
My Dad sent me this picture to remind me of my humble roots. That once upon a time, my face was smeared with mud. And I was two. And needed a bath. And was small.
In other news, I fly to San Francisco tomorrow. My annual trip to the liberal little gay and Capetonian-like city, filled with cheap shopping, good times and, well, work.
She Who Loves Tweed and I aim to so some mahoosive amounts of shopping, if our hungover bodies can handle it.
Hello San Francisco, my old friend.